14 Broken Angels

14 Broken Angels

Are crying in the back garden

Their hearts and hopes and dreams shattered and crushed

And laying in the grass like rubble.

Salty tears running in rivulets

Down their hard stony cheeks

While the demons laugh in the distance

Down the long shadowless alley of darkness

Cheering like champions after a hard-earned win

Mocking our human ignorance, intolerance and foolishness

That we self-righteously clasp to our chests

Like an old dowager clutching her pearls at Sunday morning Mass

Thinking her prayers will solve everything

Yet not wanting to get her hands dirty

While 14 broken angels cried in the back garden

Thunder from the Divine could be heard

Crashing in the distance with a deafening roar

Burning and brimming with an anger at hot as lava

Spewing from the broken heart of our precious Earth

Seeming to shout in frustration

“Just how broken must your souls be before you wake up?”

14 Broken Angels

Are crying in the back garden

Their hearts and hopes and dreams shattered and crushed

And laying in the grass like rubble.

Salty tears running in rivulets

Down their hard stony cheeks

- Julie O'Hara

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